Mickey Mouse, a Dream, and a Rebel Named Nutt

Alternately Titled: I've ruined her geography skills for life or Squashing a Dream

Some people give birth to children that have MAD geography SkILz. I do not. Sure, my daughter can find her way around the small town of Paradise, but then, if you can walk in a straight line, so can you. The problem became apparent when Kev began talking about a job in Florida, you know, where the mouse with big ears and the princess in a shiny palace live. Ssssooooo, like so many insane parents out there, we tentatively began (possibly) planning a summer getaway to Disney World.

Alas, the job in Florida was not to be. Instead, Kev wound up in Mississippi--still hot, still a Southern state, but not quite the same. Kady, however, became completely confused. This confusion grew as our impending travel date to Mississippi grew closer. Somehow, my attempts to ease this confusion made it worse. Our conversations went something like this.

Kady: I want to go to Mickey-ippi.

Me: We ARE, but we're not going to Disney World.

Kady: Uh-huh. I want to go to Mickey-ippi AND go to MICKEY'S HOUSE.

(At which time, she would become so excited that all rationalization was lost.)

Thus, I fear her attitude towards Mississippi shall forever be biased. . .although on the plus side, this could insure that I NEVER, EVER have to cheer for this man again. . .

Thank you, Mickey-ippi, thank YOU.

just my luck. . .

Kyler played peewee football this season for the first time. It has been a real learning experience for his whole team. They've went from knowing nothing about football to playing some really good ball. I have thoroughly enjoyed watching him play.

However.

(This is the part he'll kill me for later.)

Winning has been one of the lesser skills we've learned. We've learned how to lose gracefully and not so gracefully. We've learned how to lose close games and "wow-is-that-the-score-and-how-did-they-get-that-many-points?" games. Actually, we only won one game.

Until last night.

Something clicked. I don't know what. I don't know what was different. . .(except my son carried the ball three times for three first-downs, thank-you-very-much! Not that that was the only difference, but. . .) Those boys just played awesome.

Now, you might remember that I'm a huge Razorback fan. [screaming "woo pig sooie" in background] We only get two tv channels, so I've had to make do with listening to football games on the radio. I've listened to almost every game, and I did spend last weekend glued to the tv as we ALMOST beat Florida. (I know "almost" doesn't count, but DUDE, it was this close!!!)

I was SO excited to spend this weekend at my own house watching the Hogs demolish Mr. [mutters under breath] Nutt. (Mr. Nutt used to be our head coach, but then he became a traitor and Petrino became our SUPERMAN coach. Caught up yet?) This is a HUGE game. SO excited. . .

Kyler's football team now plays at the same time as the Hogs. [sigh] You know I'll be watching my boy, but. . .GO HOGS!!!

Lesson learned: Never say your plans out loud. The universe has a way of demolishing your plans. . .